latino_menace | OOM: Fatherhood

"Yeah."

He's been pouring magic around all afternoon. Pretty soon the pork is gone, and he settles back in his chair with a sigh.

"He was worn out. What did the three of you do?"

Ramon smirks - or tries to - and keeps it light.

'Walked up the beach. I got surrounded by bikini-clad chicks - naturally - and Bianca ruined it by pretending to be my girlfriend and told them all I was claiming custody of Martin to get revenge on my wife. So that ruined that - then walked back, avoided talking deeply about things and she got magic spirits to throw me in the sea.'

Still not amused about that.

'So, I'm one gun, a pair of Armani pants and two thousand dollars worse off than when I started the day. All in all, I've had more productive ones.'

"That sounds like a mastercard commercial without the 'priceless' part. Kiss me and lets come up with it ourselves?"

He smiles at him, already feeling a lot better just for eating.

"After lunch, of course."

'Didn't we just have lunch?'

He gets up though, and wanders round the table, leaning down to kiss him softly. Then he perches on the edge of it and lights a cigarette, looking down at him.

'You OK? Really?'

"I'm tired."

He's also standing, and taking Ramon's hand, then leading him towards Martin's room where the baby moniter is grabbed.

Then Ramon is led outside, into the spring air of Haven, where the snow is melted and the sun is out and the difference in time has everything well under way.

It's a bit disorienting, going through seasons so fast, but Random sighs in happiness and sits down on the steps, enjoying the breeze.

Ramon sits next to him, sliding an arm round his shoulders.

'Not enough fresh air already today? You know, we need to get your plane here. Explore the place a bit.'

"We should."

He leans into him, sighing again.

"While you were out, I was in. Christ that... fuck."

'...what?'

He doesn't like the sound of this.

'What did he have you do? He promised me you wouldn't get hurt.'

"I'm not hurt. I still want to kill someone and I'm tired because it took a lot of power, but I'm not hurt."

They're very different things.

"Fuck."

He turns a little so he can wrap his arms round him properly.

'Want to go and lie down for a bit? I can come with you - or let you sleep and watch over the baby if you like. You should rest a while, you'll feel better after it.'

"Lets stay out here for a bit."

It's peaceful, and Ramon's holding him.

"Remember, no matter what happens with Martin, and no matter what happens with Arithon and you going to Athera, and no matter what ever basically, I'm still totally in love with you."

He quirks a small - and somewhat sad - smile into his hair as he holds him, because on days like today, it's a little bit too easy to believe that no matter what doesn't hold quite the same weight as it would at other times.

'It's the same for me Random. I just don't want it to change, that's all. And sometimes have a hard job telling myself that it won't.'

He rubs a hand over his back but doesn't let go.

'But I'll always love you too. I don't want to think about Athera now please.'

The possibility of seperation for long periods of time can wait until it actually has to happen, he thinks.

"Don't think about any of it."

He leans against him.

"I'm going to make love to you out here during the summer. On a blanket so we don't get grass everywhere."

'Mmmm, really?'

That's a nice thought.

'There's something to be said for grass stains though. Like bites, only less permanent.'

He kisses him once, then resumes holding him carefully. He really wishes he hadn't chosen today to bring everything up.

"But they're itchy."

It's not a nice thought.

"And tickling during sex is not hot. No matter what anyone says."

He'll deal with it. He will. He'll even figure out what to say, eventually. But for now, he'll talk about sex and grass stains.

'I suppose you're right,' he concedes. He's equally happy to pretend that this is an important conversation, to avoid the thing they really should talk about. Although, like things that have gone in the past, this is just one of those things that'll have to be put up with. Nothing really to do but let it play out and hope for the best. And isn't all parenting like that?

He thinks, suddenly, that one day he'll explain properly. But not today. it's OK to avoid it at the moment and sex and grass stains make a pleasant interlude.

'Flatten us a runway this summer please? I want to go flying with you. Won't do the plane any good, sitting around in brazil without getting touched.'

"I will. I'll take you everywhere. And where ever there's a flat part we'll land and picnic. And have sex."

He leans into him, laughing happily.

"On our well worn, well loved blanket."

He grins as well because that's a nice thought.

'We get to do it in the plane as well, right? You know I've wanted to, since you got it.'

Something of a fantasy of his, actually.

'And we should see if the place has a coastline anywhere. See the beach. Hell, we could guild another house there, if you felt like making the effort.'

Nice to imagine it, anyway.

'And you think we could go back to Portugal sometime soon? I'd like to.'

"Yeah. Please, I want to be where you took me- the little cottage. I had a dream about it the other day."

He glances up at him.

"You were there. Now, I don't know about a full out house on the coast here, but certainly something. A summer place. It'll be nice. It could be very open."

'You did? A nice dream?'

There's one short, soft, kiss. He still misses Earth.

'Summer place would be nice. Beach house. We could see anyway, no rush I suppose.'

"We will. But it'll be open. Do you think we can do a hammock?"

It's a nice idea, at least.

"It was a nice dream. You were naked. I was getting there."

'Do you mean, do I think we can use a hammock? Or do I think we can have sex in one?'

He laughs.

'Irrelevant, because 'yes' to both questions.'

He moves then, to sit on the step behind him and pull him back to lean against him.

'If you weren't tired, I'd enact the dream for you. Only here and not in Portugal. But I realy think you need to sleep baby.'

"You're probably right. But sit with me a little longer?"

He reall wants him to stay close.

"A hammock it'll be then. I'll look forwards to warm summer nights in it with you."

An arm drops over each shoulder and legs close him in on either side while he rests his cheek on the top of Random's head. He's close, and not going anywhere.

'Can we sleep outside all night in it, if it's hot enough? Wrap round each other and just...I don't know.'

Right now, nothing sounds better than getting to tangle up in him and sleep. And he's really desperate for some properly hot weather, Australia whetted his appetite nicely.

'Sit here for as long as you like baby. It's nice.'

"We can. We will. We'll get Arithon to take Martin and take advantage of the time difference and just lie together and have long, slow sex in our hammock with out blanket in the open beach house."

This is getting more and more elaborate, and Random's leaning more and more against Ramon's shoulder, letting his eyes close.

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